~Somedays, It Feels Like My Heartbeat Is So Strong That I Believe Others Can Feel Each Beat Rattling

~Somedays, it feels like my heartbeat is so strong that I believe others can feel each beat rattling their skulls. I'm afraid they can see my heart fighting against my ribcage, each beat more painful than the last. To them, it looks like mild discomfort, but to me? To me, it feels like my heart could break free at any moment.~

-a poem of a new kind

~'Ring bell for smile' is all it said. So I rang the bell, because I wanted to see him smile. He sighed and gave me the fakest smile he could muster, which made me laugh. And to the surprise of neither, a real smile followed closely behind the fake one.~

-a poem of a new kind

~How is it easier to hide the skeletons in my closet than the scars on my arms when both are covered with only a few layers of cotton?~

-a poem of a new kind

“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.”

— Clemence Poésy

~When does trust overlap into apathy? Why do I get the heartbreaking realization that I haven't understood these two things as much as I thought I did? How can one trust blindly without caring and worrying?~

-a poem of a new kind

~How quickly did I descend into a realm where I resemble that of a wild beast, due to the many times I didn't get the help I needed, causing independence to become my broken, flawed, and decaying excuse for a default?~

-a poem of a new kind